Page 105 of Love me Like XO

There was nothing left to discuss because she was right. Talking had to cease and action had to take place.

As much as I didn’t want to go to no fucking Target, I did just that. We had a good ass brunch and then I let her drag me in the store. She could get that though because she needed it. Not so much as the spending money, but the time and space outside of the crib. The quality time with just she and I. She didn’t say it’s, but it was all necessary. She needed it, and I was in the business of giving her whatever she needed, whenever she needed it.

“That nigga calledyou on the phone, though? Like that’s yo’ bestie or something.” Malik laughed blowing smoke from his lips.

I shook my head. “Hell yeah, talking about call off the opp. Nigga you are the opp.”

He chuckled. “Little does he fucking know. How do you go from terrorizing niggas to being terrorized?”

“Fucking with people that ain’t fucking with you. Think about it. I know Givens ain’t fuck with my ass, but I swear I didn’t know it ran this deep. So deep he’s willing to get other motherfuckers killed behind it.”

“Jealousy is one hell of a drug. Niggas eventually Od off of it or find themselves in front of the barrel of a gun.”

I accepted the blunt and looked off into the distance.

“You know my baby is running herself ragged ‘bout this baby shower. Out here doing all this work when she knows I’m tryna pop ha’ ass off too. Gonna fuck around and be planning another on in the coming months.” He had a smirk on his face when he said that.

“Yo, you’re fucking sick. Niggas just out here planning babies.”

“Rather plan it then look up one day like damn. Ops.” He cut his eyes in my direction with his wanna be funny ass.

“Wait ‘til I tell Em yo goofy ass out here sneak dissing.”

“Don’t do that, me and my sister just got on good terms. Niggas been beefing since I forgot her fucking lemon loaf yesterday morning.”

I chuckled. My baby had been hell on folks all fucking week and I couldn’t help but laugh at it. That is until she flipped it on me. I was in her good graces right now though. A Target trip and some breakfast put me in a good place.

“Not you scared of lil’ ma,” I teased.

“Ain’t shit little about my sister in this state, but you keep lying like that in front of her.”

Laughter escaped my lips. I wasn’t about to verbally agree with that shit aloud no matter how right he was. “Gotta get this shit finished because we moving into my space before the babies get here.”

“Yeah?”

I nodded. “Three floors and babies ain’t the move. My space is leveled. Just known, since all this shit went down.”

“Bet. Gimme a few days and we’ll finish this shit. It’s taking Marbles too long to get back with me about how deep this shit went, but I’m finna light fire on his ass. Time is of the fucking essence.”

I nodded, glancing in his direction for all of five seconds, before I looked back out the window at nothing. He was right, time was definitely of the essence. Shit, at this point it was a luxury that I didn’t have. Soon I’d not only be responsible for Em and myself out here, but I’d have two babies depending on a nigga to make the right decision.

“Lemme go see what the fuck is taking Ree so fucking long with this chicken. Motherfuckers got a whole air fryer but acting like they’re standing over the stove.” He was on his feet within seconds and storming in the house.

Picking up my phone, I scrolled through it a few times, before I found my sister’s number. We had both been so far in our own worlds that we hadn’t talked as much as usually. It was time for a nigga to check in on her.

“Stranger, danger,” that’s how her rude ass answered the FaceTime request.

“Fuck outta here. I’m calling, ain’t I?”

She laughed. “How are you, Ro?”

“Shit can’t call it. I’m alive ain’t I? You coming up here for this baby shower bullshit, ain’t you?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. How is Em? Is she tired of being pregnant yet?”

I chortled. “Is she? If she could she’d be evicting my sons from her gut.”

My sister cackled. “It gets worse.”

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